In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion.

I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music

Confidence; as a teenager? Because I knew what I loved. I loved to read; I loved to listen to music; and I love cats. Those three things. So, even though I was an only kid, I could be happy because I knew what I loved.

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

As long as I was alive, I was something. That was just how it was. But somewhere along the way it all changed. Living turned me into nothing.

If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden.

Sex is an extremely subtle undertaking, unlike going to the department store on a Sunday to buy a thermos.